I was exhausted - but I still wanted more cock! (One of the effects of Tina...!!!) I rolled over on my back, trying to keep my ass closed enough to keep from losing all that cum. Ryan had come back and was introducing himself to Blaine. He sat down on the bed and said, "Hey, I caught a little o' that. Looked pretty hot. Did he load you up?" "Yeah - big time!" I smiled, self-satisfied. "You know - it's almost 9 o'clock? You gonna stay, or go?" he asked. "Fuck! Nine o'clock, already?" I said, wondering where the last several hours had disappeared. I hate decisions like this. Logic tells me I should pack up and go home. The chems and my ass tell me I want more! "What you gonna do?" I threw the ball back in his court. "I dunno - but if I stay, I wanna do another slam," he said, staring at me like a puppy dog asking permission to jump on the sofa. "Hell - I don't have to be anywhere tomorrow," I finally decided. "One more round!" I told Blaine what we were doing, and that we'd be back in a little while. He grabbed his jock and headed back to his room, while Ryan and I headed downstairs to pay for another eight hours.

Trey was back working the front desk. "Well, well, well - aren't we having a good time?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "Wish you'd join us," I said back. "You know I would if I could," he answered. "An' they got me workin' doubles this weekend, too. How's a girl s'posed to get fucked around here?" he chuckled. "Hey, Trey - Can I rent the dungeon room next to me, too?" I asked. "Wellllllll - we're not s'posed to rent more than one room - but since it's you - an' since it's a weeknight - an' since it's not rented - - - Okay," he said, pulling the new key from the rack on the wall.

Ryan and I headed back upstairs - tracked down Victor suckin' cock in the maze - told him what we were up to (his dildos and backpack were still in my room) - got back to our rooms on the third floor. "I'm gonna go mix up some more J-lube," I told Ryan, gathering all my supplies. "Cool. I'll get the rigs ready," he said, fishing around on my bed for the one's we'd used last. "Gonna have to reuse these. That okay with you?" he asked. "Just make sure I get summa your poz blood!" I smiled, lightly biting his lower lip.

I mixed up two more batches of J-lube and brought it back to the room. Ryan's door was shut, so I headed for the shower to freshen up a little. The place was pretty dead, but it was a Thursday night. Most guys had to work the next day - and they were saving up for the weekend. The warm water felt good, and kind of energized me for another round. Plus it felt good to get some of the dried lube off my body. When I got back to my room, I decided I'd check out the 'dungeon room' first. It was right next door to mine, and featured a sling, a mattress on the floor, and a small jail cell in one corner. I usually don't rent it, because I don't like the mattress being all the way down on the floor. (At my age, it's a long way down....) But the sling is a nice feature - but again, the TV is facing the wrong way, if you're the one in the sling. I flipped through the channels until I found a good leather video, and then closed the door and entered my room.

The place looked like hell - dildos piled in the middle of the bed, paper towels all over - I spent a little time picking up and getting ready for my third slam. And, even though I knew I was about to get a jolt of Tina in my arm, I fired up the glass cock and smoked a little to keep my buzz going.

Then I lit a cigarette and stood in my open doorway, waiting for Ryan to come over with the rigs. There was the usual crowd of older, out-of-shape men padding up and down the halls in towels that matched their pale, white skin. Typically, they're either looking to get or give a blow job, and not into the 'heavier duty' sex that I'm into. I was still wearing the leather harness and armbands, the leather jock and biker's cap - so they quickly got the message that I probably wasn't gonna be their hookup.

Finally, I heard the door handle across the hall rattle, and Ryan opened his door. He looked both directions down the hall to make sure the coast was clear, and then opened his hand to reveal two small syringes with orange caps. "Here - you take these - I'm gonna shower real quick," he said, handing me the rigs. I put them under one of the pillows, and resumed my place at the door. I did see one guy that caught my eye - - - he was tall, wearing just a yellow jock strap, and smoking a cigarette. He had that look of somebody who's been poz for a long time - gaunt, shrunken tattoos on once beefy arms, and thinning hair. But the pouch of his jock was still fully packed! We nodded at each other - an acknowledgment that we might play later. He reached the end of the hallway, just as Ryan was coming back from the shower. I saw him turn and check out Ryan's bare ass as he hurried toward my room. Ryan went straight in, and I saw the poz Daddy wink at me as I shut the door.

Ryan and I went through the same routine we'd established - rubber strap, alcohol swab, stick - "I made this one just a bit stronger - hope that's okay," he said, waiting for my response before he slammed me. "Go for it," I said, staring deep into his blue eyes, trusting his experience. I had learned by now to ride the 'wave' rather than fight against it. It's hard to explain to somebody who's never done it - but every cell in my body felt like it was buzzing, my heart raced, I broke out into a sweat, I couldn't breathe....and then I coughed . . . three times. "You okay?" Ryan asked, holding my arm above my head. I couldn't talk, so I just nodded my head. I felt his hand massaging my chest, helping to keep me in the present. When I could breathe again," he let go of my arm and helped me sit up. "Fuck! This is fuckin' awesome!" I slurred, everything in the room screamed sex! I saw Ryan prepare his arm for the slam, and then asked me if I could push the plunger once he got the needle in. I shook my head to help me focus, and said, "Yeah - sure!" He leaned back on the pillow and inserted the needle, waiting for the blood to register. " 'Kay - I'm ready," he said, staring up at me. I slowly pushed the plunger in, watching the slightly pink liquid disappear into his vein. I pulled the needle out, and held the alcohol swab over the injection site, while raising his arm. It seemed like an eternity, while he just stared at me. Then I saw the sweat break out on his body, followed by three sharp coughs. "Fuck!" Ryan yelled. "You okay?" I asked, not sure if that was a good 'fuck' or a bad 'fuck.' "Hell, yeah!" he grinned, starting to breathe normally again. "So fuckin' good!" he said, continuing to stare into my eyes, while rubbing my thigh. I capped the rigs, and hid them in my toy bag. "I wanna suck your hole," Ryan demanded, pulling me over, so that my ass was positioned directly above his mouth. I didn't resist. He literally ate my ass, tongue digging deep and lips pushing my asslips open. "Mmmmmph! Mmmmmph! Mmmmmph!" he grunted, sucking that last load out of my hole. Instinctively, I dove down on his shaved pucker, licking and grinding and sucking like an animal. His legs spread wide, giving me access to his well-fucked chute. We rolled around on the bed, taking turns being on top, and letting gravity release the various cum deposits from our over-fucked holes. Between grunts and moans, we let out the stray 'Fuck' or 'Yeah, baby' or 'Fuckin' pig.' As the initial rush of the slam started to subside, we relaxed, and let our mouths find each other's, trading cum and the taste of our slutty asses.

"So - uh - I overheard you downstairs," Ryan said, between kisses. "What's up with this 'dungeon room'?" "Why don't I just show you?" I answered, sitting up and tugging on his arm. I grabbed both keys, and we stepped out into the cold air of the hallway. I shut my door, and then inserted the key into the door handle of the next room over. Ryan went in first, and I shut the door behind us. "Sweeeeet!" Ryan whispered, checking out the chains on the sling, and slowly taking in the 'amenities' of the room. "I thought maybe it'd be good to have a room to play in - and a room to keep our 'stuff' in," I said, rubbing my leather codpiece against his firm ass, and cupping his muscular pecs with my hands. Ryan turned around to face me. "Well, what the fuck are we waitin' for?" he asked. "Let's get this fuck parTy started!"

We went back to my room to get the lube, Crisco, a few dildos and a pack of cigarettes. A few guys eyed us as we were moving from room to room. "You get the sling first," Ryan said, saving any fighting over it. I happily hopped up in it and hung a caddy holding the Crisco and J-lube from one of the chains. Ryan tossed the dildoes on the mattress, and then helped me slide my boots through the stirrups on the sling. "Hungry, pig?" he grinned, tracing my swollen asslips with his finger. I just stared into his eyes, willing him to read my mind - joined by the chems coursing through our veins. He reached in the can of Crisco, and pulled out a small ball. Warming it between both hands, he eventually pushed the white grease into me. I reached down and pulled the bottle of warm J-lube out of the caddy, and squirted a big glob into his open palm. He worked the stringy goo between his two palms, stopping briefly to test the hunger of my hole. I could see several figures standing in the doorway behind Ryan, but they were silhouetted by the light in the hall. I decided to turn up the heat a bit by becoming a little verbal. "Come on, man! Fist my hole! I need your fuckin' hand in me!" I moaned, squirming in the sling and causing the chains to rattle.

I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. Ryan's hand easily slid into my hole - felt sooooo fucking good! One of the bodies from the door had ventured into the room, and was standing beside Ryan watching the fist sliding in and out of my hole. Now that he was closer, I recognized that it was the poz Daddy I'd seen earlier. I caught his eye, and motioned for him to come over beside the sling. I reached inside the stuffed jock and got a good feel of his dick. He was hung like a damned horse! He pulled the waistband down, letting the thick meat fall out. He had a huge PA and was wearing a chrome, donut cockring. "You get fucked?" he said in a low voice. "We both do," I answered, making sure not to leave Ryan out. I felt his dick swell. "Bare?" he asked. "No other way," I answered, tugging on his balls. Ryan had been listening to the whole conversation, and leaned toward the poz Daddy and whispered, "Fuck 'im. Breed his fuckin' hole." It felt like the cock nearly doubled in thickness!

Ryan pulled his hand slowly from my ass, leaving me feeling empty - - - and hungry. Poz Daddy quickly took his place, though, and I was rewarded with an ass full of thick, poz cock! "Mmmmmmmmm - - - soooooooo-eeeeeee!" Daddy growled, as he sank every inch of the monster cock into my Tina-fueled fuckhole. The guys at the door were getting braver, and one by one, they were coming in to get a look at the pig getting barebacked in the sling. I looked to my left, and Ryan had taken up a position on the mattress, feeding his hole with a Bam dildo. As much as I liked being the center of attention, I wanted Ryan to have some of the fun, too.

Taking the hint from the Crisco and J-lube hanging from the sling, Poz Daddy would take time out from fucking and work his hand in my butthole. I was at the point where I didn't care who or what was fucking me - as long as I had something stuffed in my slimy chemhole. I could tell Poz Daddy didn't want to cum right away, because he would take a break and encourage one of the onlookers to fuck me for awhile. He got off as much watching my slutty hole getting used, as he did fucking it.

I was enjoying another total stranger drilling my hole, when I looked down and saw Blaine fucking Ryan doggie-style on the mattress. The look on Ryan's face was one of pure ecstasy. I waited 'til the stranger unloaded in me, and then made a 'time-out' signal to the next guy. I lowered myself out of the sling and knealt down next to Blaine and Ryan. "You guys wanna use the sling for awhile?" I asked. Ryan turned around to Blaine looking for approval. Blaine nodded, stood up and helped Ryan to his feet. I whispered through clenched teeth to Ryan, "I'm gonna go next door for a bump. You want me to bring some back?" "Mmmm-hmmm," he said, grinning.

I went back to my room and shut the door. Got my goodie bag out and scooped some shards into a plastic, needleless syringe and added a little water. Put the plunger back in and shook it up good. Laid down - pulled my legs back and inserted the syringe in my fucked up hole. I felt the cool water as I pushed the plunger injecting the liquid T in my butt. Having reached that point where you just want more, and more - - - I also loaded a rock in the glass pipe and did three decent hits of smoke! My ass was really tingling now.... I fixed another liquid bump for Ryan, and put the syringe in the waistband of my jock. And for a change of appearance, I pulled on the black leather executioner's hood, and pulled the leather laces tight on the back of my head. Grabbed my keys and headed back next door.

Blaine was still fucking Ryan in the sling - slow and deep. I leaned in and whispered to Blaine, "Lemme in for a minute. I got a bump for 'im." Blaine grinned, and pulled his fat cock out of the sling rat's gaping hole. I tried not to be obvious, but I didn't hide what I was doing either - some guys might have thought I was just injecting some lube in his hole. Ryan arched his back and stretched, careful to keep the liquid from oozing out of his slutty hole.

I slid the syringe back in my waistband, and then got on my knees to suck Blaine's cock. (I wanted to give the bump time to absorb in Ryan's ass. And I was REALLY hungry for cock!) The Tina had relaxed and opened my throat, and I easily deepthroated Blaine's fat meat, slobbering and moaning like the pig in heat that I was! I heard the chains on the sling jangle, and I knew that Ryan was ready to have his ass worked some more. I stood up and gave Blaine's cock a squeeze, before he slid it back in Ryan's burning hot hole.

I looked around, and saw a new guy leaning against the jail cell. He was about 6' tall. dirty blonde hair, with a ball cap turned backwards on his head. He was probably about forty, but had that former college jock look. Nice body - hairy chest - no tattoos or piercings, and his towel slung low on his hips. The "T" made me bold (and it was my room). I walked straight over to him, got on my knees and pulled off his towel. He had a beautiful, thick, uncut cock, about 8" x 7". I swallowed him in one gulp. I heard a low, deep moan escape his mouth, and felt the blood start to pump into his tool. He was rock hard in no time, so I stood up and looked him straight in the eye and said, "Fuck me!" A slow grin grew across his face, as I pulled him inside the small jail cell. He needed no coaxing, and followed me through the iron door. I leaned forward, supporting myself on the iron bars, and spreading my legs wide. I could feel the heat of his body against my ass, his hard cock sliding up and down in my well-used crack. I reached around and pulled my muscled cheeks apart and pushed my pucker out for him to see. I heard him spit, and felt the warm gob hit my hole (not that I needed it...). The heat of his cockhead touched my rosebud, and then steadily made its way inside me. "Ohhhhh fucckkkkkk!!!!" he moaned, enjoying the warm folds of my steamy fuckhole. I adjusted my legs for stability, and pushed back a little to let him know I wanted him - - - rough! His hand slapped my right cheek, then my left. And then he grabbed the chrome ring of the back of my harness. "Fuck me!" I growled. And he did. Pistoning that thick cock in and out of my chem-fueled chute - - - all I could do was grunt, "Uh - uh - uh - fuck - uh - uh - uh - yeah - uh - uh - uh - fuck!" The feeling was so intense, I couldn't even focus enough to look around the room. Each thrust hit my prostate just right.

"Gonna cum!" I heard the guy yell from behind. I tried to clamp down as much as I could with my stretched out assmuscle to let him know I wanted him to shoot inside me. "Unnh! Unnnh! Unnnhhh! Uuunnnnnhhhhhh!" he growled as he shot his load in my hole. I didn't actually feel the spurts - just a spreading warmth, as his cum filled my guts. When he'd caught his breath, he slowly pulled out. I turned around quickly and bent over to clean off his meat. (I couldn't squat without losing the cum in my hole...) He shivered when my mouth engulfed his softening dick. When I was sure I had gotten it all, I stood up and faced him. "Fuck, man!" he grinned. "That was hot." "Thanks," I answered. "Nice dick!" He grabbed his towel off the floor and slowly walked out of the room.

Looking around, I saw that Ryan had disappeared from the sling. And the two tweakers from the corner room were standing in the doorway.